This is a song about "Hours"

Clocked out several times, keep my hours straight

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

When our final hours die down, to fend

Lock the door, and have silence for a few hours

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Those seconds are precious like hours

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Those seconds are precious like hours

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Unlimited powers, crash the internet for hours

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Encased in scenes as i embrace the hours